Page 58 of Spellbound & Speechless
The fool card coming out for our future makes too much sense. Now and then, the cards are literal, and Mac and I are certainly a pair of fools. It’s hard to say which of us is the most foolish, all things considered. Am I the fool for wanting him, or is he the fool for pushing me away when he also wants me?
“Me?” He inhales sharply. “That was for me?”
The fight in me disappeared as fast as it came. I nod, my shoulders slumping, embarrassment hitting me at once. Doing a tarot reading about someone is one thing, but telling them about it is mortifying.
“Why?” He sits up and fixes me with a serious look. “Why would it be about me?”
“Because…” There’s another thing I shouldn’t admit, but it’s too late. “I had a dream about you. Dreams are important to witches, and I wanted to know what it meant.”
He lifts a brow. “And…? What happened in this dream of yours?”
“It’s none of your business. You should forget you heard anything.” I’ve already said too much.
“Fine,” he grunts. “Don’t tell me.”
“I wasn’t planning on it.”
“Just… go to sleep.” His voice is strained. “Please, Aspen.”
Perhaps Ishouldput him out of his misery, but you know what? Mac gets away with too much. I’ve had enough.
“No. I need to know what is wrong with you. I’ve seen wolves around the full moon, and they never act likethis. This is different.” My voice goes soft at the end.
His glare only turns harsher. “You want to know what’s wrong with me?” He’s on his feet before I know it, moving with supernatural speed.
I nearly fall back. His hands on my elbows keep me in place, and the harsh touch reminds me of what he is. A werewolf. He’s fast, with a primal power I can’t deny. I wouldn’t want to. The power has kept me safe since I arrived at Starbrook.
“You,” he growls. “Youare what’s wrong with me. Sharing a room with you is driving me up the wall. Tonight is especially… it’s fucking…”
“Difficult?” I supply. “Trying?”
His chest puffs with each breath. “Yes. Both.Hard, Aspen. It’s hard. I thought I would devour you. Eat you whole. My wolf is ravenous.”
“Is it the full moon?” I soften in an instant. “Do you need a potion? I can ask Juniper.”
His hands are still on my arms, holding me in place. It’s impossible to tell if he’s keeping me close or stopping me from moving closer.
“No. I already took my potion. It’syou. Your scent.” His thumb brushes against my arm. It’s an innocent touch, but it feels tantalizing. “Your soft skin.” His hands fall away, andhe steps back, shaking his head. “Fuck. I just need to sleep it off, alright?”
Letting him go a few feet from me is like ripping my heart from my chest and throwing it across the room. He sits down on the cot and leaves me alone with a spinning head and a beating heart.
Mac speaks as if I have him under some spell, but he doesn’t consider the spell he hasmeunder. It’s time to break it—or perhaps what I want to do will only strengthen it, but I don’t care.
I’m not as quick as he is, but I straddle him on his bed.
Mac doesn’t move away or push me off. His head leans back, eyes rolling up. “Aspen…” He groans.
His hard bulge pushes against my heat, applying pressure to my needy, throbbing core. My pulse pounds loud in my ears, and he can definitely hear it.
“What?” I whisper. “Tell me you don’t want this.”
“I can’t say that.”
“Then be quiet and kiss me.” I graze my fingers against the side of his face. Somewhere in his eyes, he’s tortured, and I only want to help.
Why won’t he let me help him the way he helps me?
“You don’t know what you’re doing,” he murmurs. “I’ll hurt you.”
